Feng Yu Jiu Tian - Volume 15 - Chapter 1.2

Last post for this week. Would be on holiday for the next couple of days so will not be posting. Enjoy!

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Attendant outside the King’s tent open the drape of the tent’s door. Inside, rugs done from silk with variety refreshing patterns spread fully, this kind of extravagant lifestyle, surely only fit for a King to enjoy.

"Great King, Si Qiang came." Entering the tent, immediately respectfully knelt down, docile waist down to the warm earth, waiting for the king's instructions.

“Come!”

Far above his head, merely a cold word uttered. Si Qiang skilfully gets up from below and following the command, coming less than one foot beside this cold blooded man's feet.   

Candles illuminate the tent from every corner.

Living outside cannot compare to living at the royal palace, even for the powerful King, inside the King’s tent also simultaneously contains functions for political business as well as a function as a living quarters, did not have a separate space for it. Facing the tent’s door, upon the thick rugs, placed a number of valuable cases and a variety of books and a small table placed exquisite cups and dish bowls. Hanging behind the King are few pieces of his beloved weapons. Carved with coiling dragons, a screen divider was set to separate a soft bed at the back. Draping of curtain flowing with a calming fragrance from the incense burner filled the King’s sleeping area completing such a peaceful atmosphere.

Ruo Yan call Si Qiang to come yet has nothing for him to do. Asking Si Qiang to come beside him, but still looking at the letter in his hand. Deep in thought scanning the news on the letter from top to bottom, like a standstill mountain, his sitting posture so domineering, giving people an oppressive feeling just by being near. 

Si Qiang kneeling beside Ruo Yan, quietly raised his eyes to look at this domineering man silhouettes.

Before being sent away, he had also received some training, but Li King's mind, is really too difficult to speculate. His awe inspiring face, with a hint of wickedness and profound knowledge seems to always be making people trembles. A simple expression hiding an infinite depth. Secretly instil fear in men but at the same time also can’t help but to admire him.

He trained his eyes to catch a quick glimpse at the letter in Ruo Yan’s hand then lowered his eyes and continue with the submissive look.

That sealed letter, inside should be news regarding Xi Lei Duke Ming. 

Si Qiang remembered that messenger appearance. Before this, news about Duke Ming also he is the one who has sent it. 

Do not know if it’s the good news or the bad news.....

Body bending down to the earth in submissive posture, continuing to kneel. The silence emitted from the King brings enormous pressure until Si Qiang cannot dare to think more about it. 

Is that good news? If it is good news, the King will be very happy, which give Si Qiang good benefit. Great King will become gentle. And when  inserting his member to his tight end of the corridor will use some skill, will be slowly make him use to the pain, although ramming him up from behind later hardly showing any mercy, but at least the image he will be showing is contentment rather than the expression of trying to vent his anger. 

Sometimes, during those contentment times, he would smile lazily while using his fingers to trace and tease his sensitive part of bodies. 

Occasionally there will be rare kisses, this kisses would let Si Qiang felt like he’s losing his mind and make his body excited until he whimpered. 

But if it goes that way this time wouldn’t it means that his long desire to obtain Duke Ming will soon be fulfilled .....

A gap of air seems to disappear from his lung, making it hard to breathe when he thinks about it. Si Qiang uses his long fingertips to scratch the rug hard and fierce without realizing. 

“If it’s bad news...... would be nice.......”, this thoughts unconsciously appeared in Si Qiang’s mind. 

“ Ah”

Above his head, a casual laughter from the King’s mouth startled Si Qiang from his wild imagination making him trembles slightly. A strong looking finger points at him asking him to come over. Then that finger forced his chin up to look at those piercing gaze of Li Kingdom King’s black eyes. “Who serve beside this King side, unexpectedly learn to be rude and absent minded? ”

Si Qiang wakes up from his wandering mind and began to panic, "Si Qiang do not... ... Si Qiang do not dare ......"

Si Qiang wanted to continue begging for mercy but his body was pulled up by a strong arm.  Involuntarily his body nestles inside the Li King bosom. That powerful body in contrast of his small and delicate structure has been completely enveloped inside the King’s embrace. His body heat seems scalding separating only by a bunch of clothes and he sticks to Li King’s chest that resembles a strong wall.

He, did not dare to move but also at the same time don’t want to be moved. 

“Do you want to see it?”Rou Yan took the letter in between his fingers and waves it under Si Qiang’s nose.

Although he really wanted to know about the contents of the letter, but relying on his instinct and intuition, Si Qiang immediately shifting his line of sight and desperately shook his head. 

A deep laughter rumbles near his eardrum, "You are also smart, know the sense of propriety." Uttering this sentence, the King's voice has become very cold, even when the sound of his voice quite pleasing to hear yet each word carry with it a hint of chill, "Unlike some, so daring to behave unscrupulously, only making people feel angry”.

Si Qiang a little stunned, still thinking the meaning of that word but the King already coldly order, "Call the messenger."

The messenger who arrived during the evening, only stayed near the King’s tent drinking water and eating while he was waiting for the King’s summon, did not dare to move an inch. 

The moment Ruo Yan’s ordered, he immediately come. 

“Your servant here, my King”. The messenger kneels down and bow. 

Inside Li Kingdom, the most powerful person who holds the life and death of its people sitting in front of him is embracing Si Qiang in his bosom, with eyes sharp like a hawk staring at the kneeling messenger.

“Why are they selling Duke Ming’s dolls in Fen Cheng?”